Deadly Games

Never show fear.

I was raised a dutiful mafia princess. Never tip your hand. Other than the occasional single tear, I only ever cried on the inside. But I was willing to spill my own blood to escape an arranged marriage. When that failed, I finally fled.
Never in my darkest, deadliest dreams did I think my path to freedom would thrust me right into bloodthirsty enemy arms.
Arms and eyes made of steel. A man like no other man I'd ever known. He'd be the death of me.
If only the death of me d...